| Everything I want now’s what I couldn’t have
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| Looking at it like «wow what I would for that»
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| I’d put 'em back in their aisles where they stood on racks
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| And wonder if I had a dad around could I tug his slacks
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| Our cupboards lacked any piles I could rummage past
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| «What to have»? |
| Thinking «I'll eat a butter slab»
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| Stomach flat when it growled in a hungry yap
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| I’d ponder if my daddy was in town, could I munch a snack
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| «Mommy, mommy I want this»
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| «Mommy, mommy» I’d hug her hips
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| And then a tear would develop under my lids
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| Scrunching my lips, I guess I wasn’t getting what money is
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| That must’ve been why I was obsessed with comic strips
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| Another dimension where some exist to summon gifts
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| And punish criminals, a funny thing I would contradict
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| 'cause once in a bit I’d unzip and stuff one in
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| Under water, under water
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| We just need air
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| Nothing bothers, nothing bothers
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| You and me there
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| You hold me high
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| When I feel so low
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| And I survive
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| We always do
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| Everything I want today’s what I seldom owned
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| The wetness rose in the holes of my ripping soles
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| Bitter cold licked my toes when I stepped in snow
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| I’d think «yo if he didn’t go I’d get some winter clothes»
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| He left us both and I was scared to death she hit the road
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| At seven old in her sister’s home where I’d sit at phones
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| Next I know I spent a whole year and distance’d grown
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| Eventually though my bedroom door was opened and she gripped me close
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| «Mommy, Mommy I missed you so»
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| «Mommy, Mommy» She kissed my nose
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| And then a river flowed from our skin and was blended
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| When she told me «Billy let us go» I said «Never again»
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| Now when the weather’s grim in the city and wind’s
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| At chilling temps I tend to then remember those feelings and grin
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| I’d definitely been through thick and thin until its bitter end
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| But even then I never did learn where Desi went
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| My mother gave away all my toys
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| As just a boy to make the space 'cause she was annoyed
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| And I remember the lies to her current love she
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| Hid my things in the closet to stop him from learning of me
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| I barely ever even had my own quarters
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| Which gives a new meaning to living room for boarders
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| Couldn’t set up figures, couldn’t hang a poster
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| Gd forbid if it looked like a kid would hang or post up
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| Now as a man it’s better and I’m an advanced collecter
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| My figures stand in sectors with themes and band together
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| So when I heed possessions a deep completions sets in
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| And if a piece is missing then a piece of me is missing
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| I’m gonna buy my childhood for my birthday
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| All the while denying why I got one in the first place
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| I desire more and the void in me widens more
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| She tried her hardest and the boy in me fights her for it |